Slim Thug - OCD Swag текст песни

Swag, bitch I'm fresh up out the bag
Every time you see me I be fresh about the tag
I keep a dough 50, keep them hoes on dick
That's right, I keep a fly ride to keep them saying it's the shit
Stay clean I'ma ocd nigga, don't get it twisted
Cause I kick it, I'm ag nigga
Say you fly, you ain't g6, that's me nigga
Belt a stack, and the shoe 2 g's nigga
See nigga, my swag got your budget
And you ain't gotta like it, but your bitch sure love it
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing when you hustling
I stay ocd, so stay the fuck away from me

S is for the stacks, dubs for the women
All on dick, g is how I'm living
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of grass
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down
Oh that's your man hoe, she's just a bust down
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of grass
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag

Real nigger, one hundred, 99 they adding up
Chase the paper I'm speed nigga,
Looking back when I pass you up
Now pass the cups, I'm leaning
2 zips I'm dreaming, with a bad bitch
Your last bitch, she mine now cause I cashed yeah
I'm talking money, you're talking slow, they all ears
I'm talking more, your pockets quiet they speechless
What the fuck are you talking for?
Fresh like a hotdog plastic, stuck on the ground like velcro
Pedal to the floor, I'm mashing
And that red coupe look like elmo
Street nigga not no sesame, money making my recipe
Garlic weed and that french toast, making bread my specialty
All I do is count like Dracula, get more, get more, stack it up
Money make her cum she freaky
Reverse, reverse, back it up,
She wine fine… my neck, my fist like Colorado

Rocky nigga, I'm Stallone
Serve my soda my kush my cologne texas nigga
Run that bitch like they do
Money my main your ex bitch
Running that … like …boo

S is for the stacks, dubs for the women
All on dick, g is how I'm living
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of grass
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down
Oh that's your man hoe, he's just a bust down
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of grass
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag

Brim low that fly, bitch you know I'm that guy
Candy dripping wet my whip look like it just got baptized
Beating out the trunk, you niggas see me when I pass by
I'm super tight, don't ask why these blunts hitting im mad high
Gucci belt on my dickies bitches saying I'm pretty
Fat ass and them titties, got her coming out her vickies
Bitches be coming and bitches be going,
They loving the way that a nigger be flowing
I'm spitting the game and it's getting them open
I put my peninsula up in her ocean
… bitch I'm swanging in your lane
Mad because they screaming Nelly, Dollar, and not your name
My money growing no rogaine them stones whiter than cocaine
We showing naked ass and we be stunting without no shame

S is for the stacks, dubs for the women
All on dick, g is I'm living
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of grass
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Bitch we turned up, these niggers cut down
Oh that's your man hoe, he's just a bust down
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of grass
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag.

Thanks to AJ for correcting these lyrics